6. Small miracles happen everyday
Harry appeared in the hospital. He started running to the receptionist.
"Hello! I'm looking for my wife." he said in a hurry.
"Her name, sir?" she asked.
"Ginny Potter. She is going into labor. It happened a little while ago! I think." he said.
The receptionist raised her eyebrows at the name. She looked at the list in front of her and said "Room 349 ."
"Thank you" He said as he rushed to the stairs.
A few minutes later he find the door. He knocked.
"Come in." he heard a female voice from inside say. He opened the door and couldn't believe in his eyes!
His parents were there. His parents of all people!
He went to the bed that Ginny lied to "What's going on?" he asked her.
"They had come to the apartment when my waters broke." Ginny informed him.
Harry looked at his parents. "May I ask what were you doing there?" he asked them.
"We came to see you of course" answered James.
"Why?"
"Because you are our son, honey." said an oblivious for the mood in the room Lily.
Harry snorted "A! Now you remember that you have another son, huh?"
"We always remember Harry. It seems you were the one who forget to invite us to your wedding!" yelled James.
"I did send you an invitation. You didn't show! Alex was the only one who came and that because he wanted to make a scene!" Harry yelled back. James and Lily looked shocked.
"What? Alex will never do that!" Lily yelled anraged. How could Harry say that for his sweet brother?
"Well that's the truth. Now, get out! I don't want you in here" he said coldly.
James took Lily's hand and they get out. They could wait in the reception.
"Sorry about that, love." he apologized.
"It's ok, Harry" as Ginny said that, a healer came inside.
"Let's look at your progress, dear" she smiled.
Harry took Ginny's hand.
After a few seconds she said. "You are ready. Let's go. It's time!"
Harry was sitting with his son at the chair beside Ginny who was taking a nap.
James Potter II was a replica of his grandfather James Potter I. Unruly black hair that inherited from his father and grandfather and brown eyes he inherited from his mother.
Harry didn't like that he had to give his son the name of his father but it was tradition so he had to deal with it.
His son was sleeping peacefully in his arms, like an angel. He stand up and put softly James in the cot from the other side of Ginny and them he bent to kiss her. He went to the door and opened it quietly. Time to deal with his parents and their friends.